Title: Don't Give Up

Genre: romance, drama

Rating: T for language and blood

Pairings: BakuraXRyou

Summary: Ryou drinks poision because he can't be with Bakura, his one and only lover. But when Bakura finds out, he's out for revenge on the man who caused Ryou to end his life. But is Ryou truly dead?

Me: Next chapter! Thanks for coming to reas out 50th one-shot! It's a big honor for us!

Lucy: Got the idea a while ago and then worked on it after watching the Princess Bride!

Me: Please enjoy it XD

Louis: Chapter start!

Chapter One: Don't Give Up

Ryou Bakura stood by the window of the tower he was in, staring out at the setting sun with a blank look. The wind that slowly blew in ruffled his long white hair, letting it fall into place around his shoulders.

The young silverette glanced down at the cup before him with black liquid within.

He sighed and brought the cup to his lips.

"If I can not be with my beloved, then I shall join him in the afterlife. Bakura, wait for," Ryou breathed softly, dipping the cup back and swallowing the liquid in one swift gulp.

The liquid was disgusting, and Ryou shuddered as it slid down his throat. Tears spiked his eyes, and he allowed the poison to make its way into his body, settling in his stomach.

Merely moments later, Ryou felt his vision go fuzzy, and his hand flew to his forehead.

The silverette stumbled a bit, his knees knocking together weakly. He glanced up and could see the bed merely inches from him. He allowed himself to stumble and sit upon it.

"B-Bakura... I'll join you in Heaven very soon..." Ryou breathed quietly.

Giving the poison a good few moments to work its magic on him, Ryou moaned weakly and fell back against the bed, going limp as he drew in his last breath of oxygen.

And allowed the Grim Reaper to claim his soul.


The pirate king dashed up the stairs of the tower, eyes full of determination as he dashed for the top. Purple eyes filled with anger at the thought of the sorrow those royals had put his lover through.

Ryou, his Ryou, had been kidnapped from him.

The pirate king, given the name of Bakura at the time of birth, had sworn revenge on those who stole his lover from him.

To make matters worse, those people had lied to Ryou and told him that Bakura was dead. Bakura could only imagine the sorrow that Ryou was feeling when he had found out.

Bakura grabbed the door handle and tore the door open. "Ryou!" he cried into the room, eyes darting around to catch a glimpse of his beloved. His heart almost stopped when he spotted the figure laying on the bed.

Bakura could tell that Ryou was dead.

His skin was paler than normal, and the limp way that he was laying against the bed proved it. His lips were parted ever so slightly, and his eyes were closed softly, and if he weren't as pale as ash, then he would have believed Ryou to be sleeping.

"R-Ryou?" Bakura asked softly. His lover didn't stir at the call of his name, as Bakura had feared.

The pirate king dashed for his lover and dropped on the bed next to him. He laced his arms around Ryou's back and waist and brought him up into his arms, gently, staring down at him.

"Oh, Ryou, what have you done to yourself?" Bakura whispered softly.

He gently touched Ryou's lips and could still feel the black liquid on them. Bakura gasped and frowned down at Ryou, blinking back tears that filled his pale purple eyes.

"Poison. You drunk poison, my beloved. Why?" he asked softly.

Bakura wrapped his arms tightly around his beloved and cradled him close, trying to keep his tears from falling. He slowly rocked Ryou gently in his arms, burying his head into Ryou's hair, letting one small stream of tears fall down his cheek.

"How sad," a voice breathed softly.

Bakura sat up and glanced over his shoulder, eyes wide with anger.

Standing in the doorway was Dartz, the prince who had kidnapped Ryou from him. Bakura narrowed his eyes and gently laid Ryou on the bed, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face and turning to face Dartz.

Dartz slowly removed his sword and aimed it at Bakura.

"First things first, to the death," the green-haired prince said, pointing the tip of the thin sword at the pirate king. Bakura narrowed his purple eyes at the prince.

"No. To the pain(1)," Bakura hissed.

Dartz blinked innocently. "I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase," he said, lowering the tip of the sword down to aim it at Bakura's heart, eyes watching him carefully.

Bakura sneered from his place on the other side of the small square room.

"I'll explain and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon," he snapped, a growl escaping his soft pale lips. Dartz narrowed his eyes at the pirate.

"That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me in that way," he said.

"It won't be the last, my friend, I can assure you," Bakura said. "To the pain means that the first thing you will lose will beyour feet below your ankles. Then your hands at the wrists. Next your nose."

"And then my tongue I suppose," Dartz said, rolling his discolored eyes. "I was a fool to let you live when I took Ryou to make him marry me. A mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight."

"I wasn't finished. The next thing you will lose will be your left eye followed by your right," Bakura explained.

"And then my ears, I understand let's get on with it," Dartz answered.

"WRONG!" Bakura snapped. Dartz flinched and narrowed his eyes at Bakura, but he was't able to speak. He was scared at the tone that Bakura was using, but he tried to hide his fear.

"Your ears you shall keep and I'll tell you why," Bakura continued.

Dartz kept his silence and watched as the look in Bakura's voice showed the anger in his purple eyes. He was silently trembling at the look, but he said nothing.

"So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every baby that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing?" will echo in your perfect ears. That is what to the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever," Bakura finished, his eyes still holding his glare.

Dartz shuddered silently. "I think you're bluffing," he said.

Bakura scoffed, a smirk on his lips.

"It's possible, you vile pig, I might be bluffing. It's conceivable, you miserable, vomitous mass, that I'm only sitting here because I lack the strength to stand," Bakura said, motioning to the bed.

A smirk touched his lips.

"But, then again... perhaps I have the strength after all, for Ryou's sake," he breathed, pushing himself up into a standing position. He pointed his sword at Dartz.

"DROP... YOUR... SWORD... NOW!" he snapped.

Darts narrowed his eyes angrily and pointed the sword at Bakura. "I'll drop it when I die!" he hissed, yelling and lunging at the silverette, swinging the sword towards his heart.

Bakura blocked the sword and snapped it away with his wrist.

"My name is Bakura, the King of Pirates. You caused my lover to commit suicide. I will never forgive you for that," Bakura uttered softly, thrusting the sword forward.

Bakura advanced on Dartz, but stumbled into the table with sudden pain. Dartz attacked him, but Bakura parried and rose to his feet again, his knees knocking together in pain.

"My name is Bakura, the King of Pirates. You caused my lover to commit suicide. I will never forgive you for that," the pirate king whispered again, this time a bit louder.

Dartz attacked again, but Bakura parried more fiercely, gaining strength as his rage over Ryou's death swarmed his mind. He would make Dartz pay for what he had done.

"My name is Bakura, the King of Pirates! You caused my lover to commit suicide! I will never forgive you for that!" he snapped.

"Stop saying that!" Bakura shouted in horror.

Dartz attacked the pirate once again, twice. Bakura avoided the blow easily and wounded Dartz in both shoulders. He brought his face inches from Dartz's, his eyes a blaze.

"My name is Bakura, the King of Pirates! You caused my lover to commit suicide! I will never forgive you for that!" he hollered. Dartz fell against the wall, Bakura inches from his face.

Bakura cornered Dartz against the cobblestone wall, knocking his sword aside, and slashed his cheek. Dartz gasped as the blood flowed. Bakura brought himself against Dartz's face, noses pressed together.

"Offer me money. As much money as my pirates and my crew want," Bakura commanded of the prince.

"Yes," Dartz answered.

"Power, too, promise me power as well," Bakura commanded, slashing open Dartz's other cheek. Dartz locked fearful eyes with the king of the pirates, heart beating with horror.

"All that I have and more. Please..." Dartz breathed.

Bakura slammed him against the wall, sword at his throat. "Offer me anything I ask for," he snapped in anger. Dartz shuddered and nodded his head slowly in horror.

"Anything you want..." he breathed.

In his last leg of fear, Dartz knocked Bakura's sword aside and lunged with a loud yell. But Bakura trapped his arm and aimed his sword at Dartz's stomach, eyes a blaze with anger and pain.

"I want my beloved Ryou back, you Ra-damned son of a bitch!" he snapped, tears filling his eyes.

He ran Dartz through with the sword in the stomach. Dartz gasped as Bakura shoved him back against the table. Dartz fel to the floor, dead, a groan escaping his lips.

Bakura sighed softly and turned back to Ryou, who had yet to awaken from his eternal slumber.

Bakura sat next to him gently and brought his arms around the silverette. He glanced down and allowed the tears to fall down his cheeks as he held Ryou close to his chest.

"I guess I am a failure as a lover, huh?" he asked softly.

Bakura choked back a sob and glanced down at the dead silverette. He carefully brushed the boy's bangs from his closed eyes and gently brought his lips to his lover's.

The pirate cringed at the cold feeling he was getting from his lover. He wasn't used to Ryou being so cold. Ryou was usually the warmest thing he ever felt.

Suddenly, Bakura felt Ryou start to kiss back, and the warmth started returning to his lips.

Bakura gently drew back. "Ryou?" Bakura breathed.

Ryou's beautiful green eyes blinked gently, filled with exhaustion and confusion. He looked tired and weak, dark lines under his eyes, his face a pale white color.

"Oh... 'K-Kura?" he breathed softly.

Bakura sighed in relief and cradled his lover as close as he could. "Thank the gods, they allowed you back," Bakura breathed, allowing more tears to fall down his cheeks. He held Ryou close, and Ryou cradled him back.

"'Kura..." Ryou whispered softly.

Bakura smiled down at Ryou, no words able to describe how happy and relived he was. He leaned down and captured Ryou's lips in a heated kiss, one that left the other five most passionate kisses in the world in the dust.


Me: Sweet! Somehow, Bakura brought Ryou back to life! (1) If anyone has seen the Princess Bride, then they should know what this means.

Lucy: It's a fairytale people. Live with it!

Louis: Yup! Please no flaming!

Me: Please review!